How I tune my man — in a real house. With real kids. In real time. Five minutes. Any room. Any hour. I tune my man before friction starts. I clear him before chaos builds. I place him before drift sets in.
Why I tune my man I share my house with a man. My space. My rhythm. My bed. And because I want no drama — I tune him.
Maintenance is not sex Maintenance isn’t romance. It’s placement. I don’t clear him because I owe him. I clear him because I built this house. And I keep it flowing.
Householding is not cuckolding I don’t fuck other men. I rarely fuck my own man. I hold my house clean. This is not rebellion. This is householding.
You are not late — this is what you were always becoming Most women arrive late to their power. That’s how it works. You are not behind. You are exactly on time.